Mathew Two

Bring a sweet sign, in darkness and grain blue, your eyes in constant flight, come near to me I moan, in this place of virtue, no one dies alone, we sail among the isles, how to light the fuse, make prayer of our lives, steer an even course, lulled by sweet perfume, temptations all we know, you are my light, more than any muse. only we decide, when we’re growing old, who will give the news, to lives gone cold, bells ring out the night, our journey fires the truth, my tears ask me why, I should lie to you?